I had just finished up a run in my neighborhood when I saw the person I'd been dreading running into--my new neighbor: the father who had caught me being plowed by his college student son.
He was sitting on his front porch, drinking coffee. I tried to duck him and get into my house before he saw me, thinking the best case scenario would be that he'd pretend he didn't see me, but a raised hand and a wave from him told me I'd been spotted. I gave a quick wave and started to turn toward my house, when I realized he was motioning for me to come over. Oh fuck.
Ever since the incident in our backyard, I'd been desperately avoiding my new neighbors-- not easy, since they'd moved directly across the street. My husband, of course, had been impossible to avoid. He had been livid with me-- I think he was feeling humiliated that I'd accidentally cucked him in front of our new neighbor, and he was feeling insecure about the size of his own modest penis.
"I've never seen you orgasm like that-- and without even touching your own penis," he'd whine. "Did that huge penis really feel that good?" I tried to tell him it was about the excitement and danger of the situation-- but feeling the empty ache in my guts, I had to admit that the size had been a factor... We'd weirdly been fucking more than usual since "the incident"-- I could sense that my husband had something to prove. And though I was enjoying the increased sex, my husband just couldn't get me to orgasm like I had when I was impaled on that college student's massive dick. "I just want to see you cum like that again," he'd say sadly.
Now I was caught on the street by my neighbor, and I felt like I had no other choice but to face him. I crossed the street and walked up his front path, my heart thudding in my chest. He stood as I approached, leaning against his porch's railing. As I got closer and could see beyond the hedges that obscured his porch, I realized that he was just wearing a white undershirt and a threadbare pair of boxers. Their frayed hems ended at his upper thigh, revealing surprisingly thick and defined thighs for a man in his mid-fifties. Clearly his son had gotten his strong legs from him-- with a gulp I couldn't help but wonder what else his son had gotten from him.
"We didn't really properly meet," he said with a sly grin, reaching out his right hand and bending slightly over the porch's railing to shake my hand. As he did, the fly on his boxers opened just slightly, and-- dear god-- I think I may have gotten a glimpse of a very girthy shaft. I forced my eyes to move up to his face, my cheeks burning red. As if this situation weren't embarrassing and awkward enough, I couldn't get caught looking at his dick.
"I'm Eduardo," he said as we shook hands. "Ed." He folded his arms on the railing, and leaned in lower. Out of the corner of my eye, I was sure the boxers on his fly seemed to open a little more as he bent forward. "I think you and your husband have been avoiding us a bit," he said teasingly. "And I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about."
"Oh! Uh-- the situation really got out of hand," I said, sweat beading at my brow, as I thought of what part of my body the *situation* had gotten into.
"Ha, I'd say so. But Tomas is a young man with a healthy sex drive-- he's not a child. I don't blame you for what happened. I did not tell his mother what happened, if you were worried about that. She may not be as understanding. But I remember what it was like being a young boy, when a gentle breeze would be enough to give me a throbbing erection," he laughed. My eyes darted reflexively to his boxers. I tried to look back to his face quickly, but I may have been too obvious in my peeking-- as our eyes made contact again, he seemed to have a sly, knowing grin. "Why don't you come up here and we can talk about it a bit," he offered.
I climbed the steps to his porch, anxiety and fear rising in my stomach, and sat on the Adirondack chair across from the one where he'd sat back into. He was leaned forward in his chair, waiting for me.
"I did have a talk with Tomas that evening, though," he continued in a lowered voice. "I wanted to make sure that if he were gay, or questioning, he knew he had a safe space to come and talk to me. But he swears he's straight! He just says something came over him."
And then came so deep inside me, I thought. Fuck, I needed to stop-- my running shorts would not hide my erection if I got hard remembering.
"In fact, what he said was-- when he saw your bare ass, he just needed to get inside there."
"Wow, I..." I tried to find a way to answer, feeling clammy with mortification.
"I know-- we're very open, my son and I," he laughed. "So is it true? Do you have some sort of magic asshole that can turn straight men gay?" As he asked this he sat back in his chair, his legs spreading open. From the loose leg of his boxers, the uncut head of his semi-hard penis emerged. Though his son had been cut, there was still an obvious resemblance. The head appeared to be of normal size, but the inch or so of shaft looked incredibly thick-- even in its semi flaccid state. My mouth salivated as I wondered if his dick also continued to get thicker all the way to the base, like his son. I glanced to the street wondering if passers-by could see his penis too, but realized that the hedges shielded view of us from below the chest to anyone passing by.
I looked to his face to try and read his expression, but he seemed to be oblivious to his penis slipping out of his shorts. "I, uh-- I don't know how to answer that," I laughed awkwardly. "That's the first time that's happened, as far as I know."
"My son said it was actually softer and tighter than any pussy he'd ever felt," Eduardo continued, and I was sure his penis seemed to thicken a little, sticking a little further out of the bottom of his shorts. The tip was just visible through his foreskin, and I was sure I could see a wet drop of precum beading at the end.
I tried to force my eyes away from it again. "That's, uh... very nice of him?" I replied lamely, feeling a lump in my throat that was a mixture of embarrassment and swelling desire.
"Seeing my son's member, I'm impressed you were able to take it all. Do you have a lot of experience with men of that size?"
"God, no. I'd never taken one that big before, even seen one that size. My husband is barely half as big," I blurted, before catching myself. "Sorry, I can't believe I told you that."
He laughed. "Don't worry, It's nice when men can share these things." He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms up and clasping his hands behind his head. As he did, his now fully erect dick emerged another inch. "Ah marriage. We do make sacrifices. Is your husband's penis enough for you?"
"It's good," I answered weakly. The truth was, after the anal orgasm Tom's enormous dick had given me, I'd been feeling an incredible emptiness inside that I was worried I'd never have filled again. My husband had been fucking me almost every day, trying to get me to cum hands-free like Tom had, but we never even approached the level of feeling I had with Tom's dick eight inches deep into me.
"But it was different with my son?"
I gulped. "Yes," I admitted. "I had never taken anything as big as that before. I didn't even know if I could. And it, um.... it did things to me I didn't know I could feel."
"Yes," he grinned. "I saw that. It appeared as though you came without even touching yourself. Has your husband ever made you do that before?"
